The Flowers on the Wall

My precious and beautiful and wonderful apartment has a nasty little secret.  Dated wallpaper.  Oh, its not so noticable in the kitchen since its a small, muted pattern (though it is rather 80's grayish pastel).  The upstairs bathroom is a much bolder in its presentation -- huge, (yet again somewhat pastel-ish) art deco type diamonds welcome me into my daily grooming routine.  I sometimes feel that I should scrounge up a hip huggin' dress and a feather for my hair so I can Charleston into the loo. 

 

Its the flowers on the wall in my bedroom that get the "I was designed in a time long ago" award though.  Huge Teal and mulberry roses and other unidentifiable flowers work their way up from the white chair rail that holds down the country blue that has been doused over the entirety of the other three walls in my room.  Is it loud enough for my tastes?  I don't need an alarm in the mornings to wake me up, it so bright (if that tells ya anything).  I'd love to rip it off,  paint over it, or donate it to some potpourri infested B&B, but then what would I do with the matching valances and throw pillows??